I've got a little tale of woe to lay upon your ears
I make a little money and it promptly disappears
When suddenly the bill collector calls me on the phone
I would've said I wasn't here if I had only known
Tell the collector, tell him I ain't home
It's the only way I know to make him leave me alone
This woman that I used to date just called the other day
She talks an awful lot but doesn't have a thing to say
I haven't got the heart to tell her how I really feel
So next time that she calls me up, let's make a little deal
Tell my ex-girlfriend, tell her I ain't home
It's the only way I know to make her leave me alone
Don't want delivered issues of the Sunday New York Times
Or illustrated coffee table books on famous crimes
Won't represent the tastes of any demographic group
Or buy some pricey candy to support your Boy Scout troop
Tell everybody, tell them I ain't home
It's the only way I know to make them leave me alone